Slayer

With distinctly slower tempos, a heavier Sabbath influence than before, and the usual political, satanic and (for the sickos among us) hilarious lyrics, 1988's South of Heaven further ensconced Slayer at the top of the metal pantheon. Like pretty much everything they have recorded, this underrated masterpiece is truly essential gasket-blowing, ear-melting music.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event. In this corner, we have the champions:
Stryper, self-professed rockers for Christ, presumably the most angelic bunch of guys ever
to wear leather pants. And in this corner, the challengers: Slayer, a depraved lot given to
creepy ramblings about blood sacrifice and rotting flesh. This is a battle for disciples in a
war that's been raging since the dawn of time: the war between good and evil. S... More >

The slower tempos will please their target audience and diminish their joke appeal for outsiders. The lyric sheet will please their target audience and make outsiders laugh at them. (Two consecutive lines: "Impulsive habitat./Bastard sons begat your cunting daughters.") For guitarniks, anti-abortionists, and target audience only. (Grade - B-)